“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.” –George Santayana
This may be true, but after these last few months of cold, I cannot help myself.
Living in Charleston, South Carolina, I know that I have nothing to really complain about concerning winter. But even here we have had an unusually rough time of it. I also realize that by June, I will already tired of the 90+ degrees days.
But right now I have to believe in the promise of forsythia and dogwood and wisteria. As the sun warms my bones, I stretch and settle in like a cat napping in the sunlight.